فصل 43

chapter-43 J.D

Our plane landed on the Fiji island of Viti Levu, the largest island in the Republic of Fiji and the location of the nation’s capital city of Suva.

As we got off the plane, the air was hot and especially humid, even more than in Taiwan, which I suspected had something to do with the recent storms. I wasn’t sure that we were through with them. Even though the sky above us was blue, I noticed a mass of accumulating dark clouds in the east.

There were more non-Fijians around us than I expected, with a lot of tourists from Australia and New Zealand. After Gervaso’s talk, I found myself suspicious of everyone. Anyone could be an Elgen.

We split up into three groups and took taxis from the airport to a hotel near the center of the island. Gervaso told us that the hotel had not been checked out for security, so at his friend’s suggestion, we met up in a small café called the Bad Dog. It was a simple burger and pizza joint with a lot of wood paneling and vines growing across the ceiling. Gervaso spoke briefly to the woman at the counter, and she led us to a back room.

“We’re safe here,” Gervaso said. “We can talk.” “When are we going to meet your friend?” I asked.

“Soon,” Gervaso said. Then his expression changed. “Actually, that’s him right now.” I followed his gaze to a man coming in through the door. He looked to be about Gervaso’s age, short with dark brown skin contrasted by piercing blue eyes. He had a shaven head, and a large scar ran across his throat and jaw.

He limped toward us, leaning on an ebony cane inlaid with red, blue, and yellow gems.

“J.D.,” Gervaso said, standing.

The man smiled. “Gervaso, my friend.”

The two men embraced.

“I did not think I would see you in my part of the world.” “Appropriately, fate is not through with us,” Gervaso said. He turned toward us. “Everyone, this is my friend Captain J.D.” He looked back. “J.D., these are my friends.” J.D. nodded. “Your friends, my cargo.” As his gaze panned over us, he stopped on Taylor. “And beautiful cargo.” Taylor blushed a little. The captain stepped forward, offering his hand. “Lovely lady, what is your name?” “Taylor,” she said, extending her hand uneasily.

He raised her hand to his lips and kissed it. “I might just have to keep this one for myself.” Taylor looked uncomfortable with his comment. Blinking, I stood up and put out my hand so he would release Taylor’s. “I’m Michael.” He took my hand but suddenly jerked back. “You shocked me.” Gervaso frowned at me even though I honestly hadn’t intended to shock him.

“Must be static in the air,” I said.

J.D. grinned. “Indeed. You must be Michael Vey. Am I to understand that this ruby belongs to you?” “She’s my girlfriend,” I said. “Not a rock.” He raised his hands. “Forgive me. I meant no offense, brother. You are a lucky man.” “Thank you,” Taylor said softly.

He looked at all of the girls. “So many beauties.” Then he turned to Gervaso. “There is one extra with you.” Welch stood. “I’m John,” he said. “John Watts. I was a last-minute addition to the party.” J.D. looked at him with a peculiar gaze, then said, “Mr. Watts, welcome to our adventure.” He looked back at us. “Have you ordered any food yet?” “No,” Gervaso said. “We were waiting for you.” “Please, allow me.” He turned and raised his hand to signal a server standing outside the door. “You all like pizza, yes?” “Yes,” Ostin said.

“Here, they have cannibal pizza.”

“I just threw up,” Taylor said.

“Do not worry your pretty face,” J.D. said. “It is not man flesh. It is lamb meat.” “Not much better,” Taylor said.

“Speaking of man flesh,” Jack said. “I hear that you took a bullet for Gervaso.” J.D. cocked his head. “Oh? Where did you hear that?” “Gervaso,” Jack said.

J.D. lifted a fork and rammed it into his leg so it stuck.

McKenna screamed, and J.D. smiled. “Yes, I took a bullet. But I got this leg as a souvenir.” “Always dramatic,” Gervaso said. “You always were.” * * *

A waitress walked into our room, and J.D. ordered eight pizzas and five garlic breads, plus bottles of water and grape juice. Surprisingly, the cannibal pizza was actually my favorite.

By the time we finished our meal, it was dark outside and the restaurant was mostly empty. Gervaso walked over and looked out the door, then shut it. “Ian, keep an eye out,” he said.

“Yes, sir.”

“I’d like you all to hear from Captain J.D.,” Gervaso said. “He will go over our plan.” “Thank you, my friend,” J.D. said. He looked us over. “You missed a very big storm. There was a lot of flooding. It’s just today that the city is back to normal.

“As you know, this adventure we are on is very risky. The plan was to leave tomorrow. That is, if we are crazy enough to stick to that plan.” “What do you mean?” Gervaso asked.

“When you got off the airplane, did you see the clouds in the east? There is another big storm coming. It is scheduled to hit the islands about three days from now.” Gervaso’s face turned pale. “The same time we arrive in Tuvalu.” “That means we can’t sail back,” Zeus said.

“We can in the Joule,” I said.

Gervaso breathed out heavily. “How long will the storm last?” “The weather service says three days.”

“We’d never survive three days in Tuvalu. So what are our choices?” “We stay in Fiji another week.”

“And abandon Tara and Torstyn,” Welch said. “They’ll be fed to the rats by then.” “Better them than us,” Zeus said.

“There’s another choice,” I said. “We leave as expected and steal the Joule. Wasn’t that the plan all along?” “But this way there’s no backup plan,” Tessa said.

“I know.” I breathed out heavily. “I think we all know that there never was a failure or retreat option. What were we going to do if we failed—try to sail back? There’s no way that we could go undetected. The Elgen have planes, missiles, and speedboats. They’d just sink us at sea.” I shook my head. “There’s no turning back. There never was.” “Burn the boats,” Ostin said.

“What?” Tessa asked. “Burn what boats?”

Ostin breathed out. “Cortés sunk his ships so that his men would have to conquer or die.” He looked around at all of us with a serious expression. “It’s happened throughout history. The Chinese warlord Xiang Yu at the battle of Julu ordered their ships to be burned so there could be no retreat. So did the Burmese King Bayinnaung when facing a superior army. They both went on to win their battles.” He looked at me. “There is no other option. We burn the boats.” I think that might have been Ostin’s most courageous moment.

Gervaso looked around the room, then turned to J.D. “Will you sail?” He thought for a moment, then nodded. “If you will go, I will sail.” Gervaso took another deep breath. “If anyone wants out, now is the time. Just raise your hand.” I looked around the room. I kind of expected Tanner to raise his hand, but he didn’t. No one did. After a minute Gervaso said, “Okay. We leave first thing in the morning. May God sail with us.” As the rest of us were leaving, Ostin walked up to J.D.

“I’m Ostin. I don’t mean to bother you, but I was wondering how you reached a contractual relationship with the Elgen. Did they come to you, or did you go to them?” J.D. looked at him with an annoyed expression, then turned away without answering.

“It was a valid question,” Ostin said softly.

That night most of us gathered in Jack’s room to play cards. In the middle of our second game, Ostin said, “I’ve got a bad feeling about this J.D. guy.” “Why?” Zeus said. “Because he stuck a fork into his leg?” “Prosthetic,” Ostin corrected. “He’s rude. And I don’t like the way he looks at me. He’s got the look of a cat outside a birdcage.” “Maybe he just hates teenagers,” Zeus said.

“He doesn’t hate Taylor.”

“Don’t go there,” Taylor said.

“Maybe he just hates you,” Zeus said.

“That’s understandable,” Tessa said.

Ostin looked at her. “What do you mean by that?” I changed the subject. “No, Ostin’s right. I can’t explain it, but he seems a little . . . off.” “Hey, the dude saved Gervaso’s life in Iraq,” Jack said. “He took a bullet for him. What more endorsement do you want?” After a moment I said, “You’re right. It’s probably just nerves. How far are we from Tuvalu, anyway?” “Gervaso said it’s a three-day trip from Fiji,” Ian said. “If we leave around noon tomorrow, we’ll arrive Saturday night. There’s nothing to do, so you might want to get some magazines. Lots of magazines. And seasickness pills.” Taylor nodded. “Lots and lots of seasickness pills.”